Within us glows the Christ, our hope supreme,
A beacon strong through shadows thick with strife,
Yet round us lurk the hearts that scorn the dream,
Unreasonable souls who shun the life.

Not all men bear the faith that lifts the soul,
Some wicked turn from truth’s unyielding call,
Their malice weaves a dark and bitter toll,
A snare to trip the faithful lest they fall.

But grace divine, our shield through every plea,
Delivers us from hands that seek to bind,
For in His love, we find the strength to flee,
The peace that calms the storm of mortal mind.

So stand we firm, with hope as our refrain,
Saved from the lost, through faith we shall remain.